A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1494
Pearce finished his announcement and casually tossed the crumpled piece of paper back to the child. The baby clutched his new
name in one hand and a toy soldier in the other. Seated under the dim kitchen light, he was silent, head bowed, fidgeting with the
toy.
The onlookers felt a chill despite the warm atmosphere; the baby was carrying a knife for crying out loud! But out of politeness,
they refrained from criticism and instead offered their congratulations to Bernard and Eleanor.
Only Cedric, with his twins snuggled in his arms, snorted, “The name I made for him was better! I wonder who’s got it in for
Bernard to saddle the kid with a name like that...”
As the Sharp family members exchanged awkward compliments, Cedric’s words hung in the air. Peterson glanced nervously
toward the door. The estate was grand, and one had to squint to make out the silhouette standing resolutely at the iron gates.
Yates, donning a black top hat, peered at the harmonious scene inside, yearning to see his great-grandson, now a year old, and
wondering how he had grown. But he knew all too well that neither Eleanor nor the Laurences would welcome him.
After lingering for a moment, Yates, leaning heavily on his cane, limped away toward his car. An old bullet wound from a skirmish
with Xavier Penrod had left its mark, and he had
never quite recovered his stride.
To Yates, his age and limp were inconsequential, he ambled along, Bernard’s cool gaze cut through the crowd, briefly resting on
Yates’ retreating figure.

Finally settled in his car and ready to motion to the driver, Yates was halted by a hand resting on the car window-a hand with
slender, pale fingers.
Following the hand to its owner, Yates met a pair of eyes, indifferent and icy. The owner of those eyes, Bernard, looked down at
him, expressionless, and murmured, “I owe you thanks for the incident in the operating room, and for saving Eleanor. But that’s
where my gratitude ends.” Bernard’s resentment for the chip implanted in his brain, which threatened to shorten his life with his
family, was a chasm too deep for forgiveness.
After a brief pause, Yates called after him, “I’ve found a doctor who can stabilize the chip in your brain. As long as your tumor
doesn’t recur, it won’t affect the chip. You won’t have to worry about your later years-you’ll be there to watch your child grow up.”
Bernard hesitated, then continued his stride back to the estate without looking back. He knew the name ‘Damian’ was Yates’
doing, and although Eleanor was unaware, he never told her. He chose to silently accepting it.
Watching Bernard’s magnanimity, the Sharp brothers made Eleanor promise to cherish her happiness with Bernard, especially
Peterson, who held Bernard in high regard and trusted him with his sister’s well-being.
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Chapter 1494
Peterson mentioned that aside from Yates’ unwelcome presence, the Laurences had no significant animosity toward them. Still,
Veronica was waiting for Yates to settle
accounts.

Upon returning, Yates arranged for the doctor to shadow Bernard indefinitely, covering the costs for a lifetime and emphasizing
the importance of the couple’s health.
After putting his affairs in order, entrusting the stewardship of the Sharp family and its assets to Peterson, Yates prepared to
leave his legacy to Eleanor.
In his final moments, Yates sat at his desk, removed his glasses, and addressed his grandsons, “I’ve done all I need to in this
world. There’s nothing left for me here. It’s time I sought forgiveness from your grandmother.”
He had caused the death of Timothy, which led to the tragic end of Pauline. With his guilt weighing heavily, redemption was his
only path. Yates bid Bevis to take care of the Sharp family and its enterprises, expressing his desire for a future free from power
struggles, commending the Sharp family’s values.
Bevis, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders, acknowledged Yates as a visionary elder. Antoine chimed in, suggesting that
Yates wait, to show his granddaughter-in-law his better side, which might lead to her forgiveness.
But Yates, lighting a cigarette with a wistful smile, knew better. His actions had put a deadly chip in Bernard’s brain, an
unforgivable deed. How could she ever forgive him?